A new favourite possession.

Last night I met Lindsey, who is the cutest and sweetest thing (I demand that you go spy on her journal and look at her crafty projects!), and she gave me this wonderful journal that she made out of an old book. I am completely in love with it and have all of these neat little ideas floating around in my head for what I am going to do with the inside pages. I painted and drew on the cover a bit.




This is the back. I wrote, "We made a graveyard out of the bone-white afternoon" - a line out of a Richard Siken poem.




The feather is maybe a centimeter big..


..and the skull is a half inch high/about an inch wide.